Some of what I see and who I am

Day 8: Shelton to Rochester, WA

What I rode by: logging, wildflowers, where the headwind turned into a tailwind

Janice and Martha dropped us off a bit south of Gig Harbor because of the traffic in the area. (They looked after us like we were little ducklings.) Our ride in the morning took us through a logging area. White and yellow wildflowers grew everywhere the trees were thin or young trees were just growing back. I had a breve at our lunch stop for the extra calories. Then we camped at some RV park that had hot showers and was located too close to the railroad tracks. Large, hulking freight trains lumbered by throughout the night blowing their whistles.